“Nice to meet you, Victor.”
“I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” Daali’s trained ears could hear the faint traces of a Spanish accent when Victor spoke. Almost immediately, he collapsed on the bed on his side, narrowly missing Daali on the way down. Fill it up, daddy.” Little rivers of white were dripping between Daali’s legs before Victor released his grip from her hips. She sat up, saying, “sit up, daddy, and let me make you feel good too.” Victor moved to the edge of the bed and sat upright, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. I don’t bite, much, and maybe I can even help you.”
After another hour of drinks and chatting, Daali found herself at Victor’s apartment with $1000 in her pocket, along with a promise of help from Victor in getting a job interview.
